The thought of you brings tears to my eyes

It fills me with anger the type of anger where

the hair on my arms stand at attention. 

My mind recalling all the times you put me in my place.

Reminding me I was nothing more than an ego boost for you.

If I gave you my blood, sweat, heart, and my tears 

would that be enough for you to love me the way I deserve to be loved?

Then again the thought of you makes me bite my lip

trying to hold back a smile.

My eyes soften reminiscing over the times you made

me feel warmer than the sun. Like I was golden.

A war of memories plays over in my mind 

I ask myself should I have let you in?

If I were to do it all again would I?

So many times I have drowned myself just to see you swim

but that still wasn't enough was it?

You take and take and take until finally

I have nothing left to give you.